[As much as some might like to speculate, Ryousuke is, in fact, not a mind reader. He's just always been conscious of others, the image he projects onto them, how they choose to perceive him, how simple words and actions can touch and influence people - another extension of being the older brother. Watch someone closely enough, and their motivations become clear as day. Of course he'd know what Haruichi wanted. How could he not? It's the game they both love so dearly, and the little brother he loves even more so. The two things that shaped him are undeniably intertwined together. Relationship status: It's Complicated.
(Ryousuke would, in a heartbeat, give up that first love for Haruichi.)
Even though baseball is sometimes a lot more pain than pleasure, he has a hunch the sports centre might be under the 'pleasure' district. He pulls out the red key, swivelling it in the lock until it clicks, and stands back as the gate swings open.
It's evening, and most people would be in their homes, or out for dinner, and the murmur of voices travelling from the restaurants outside are their only companions. It's only until they pull up in front the sporting facility does Ryousuke look to Haruichi, the lights from the building casting a soft glow over his expression.]
Oh, so they have one of these here.
[Like his feet didn't lead them there. Like he hadn't intended this all along.]
[ haruichi follows ryousuke dutifully, the shadow chasing at his heels he's been since the day he was born. he'd never really been a strong kid--not strong of personality, not strong of temperament, not hearty or even particularly healthy--but ryousuke always was. the reason haruichi looked up to him was because, simply, he'd been something to look up to. ryousuke never let anything stop him and haruichi wanted that. he wanted to be as talented, as smart, as eloquent, as strong in every meaning of the word. he wanted to be good enough to be recognized and to achieve everything ryousuke was, because sometimes his brother seemed like a star just inches out of haruichi's trembling, reaching hands, and sometimes the distance felt like he was back on the earth with his head craned to the sky.
baseball is another thing he could imitate him with. from tomatoes to scary stories, haruichi had always followed his big brother, but one day he gripped a baseball bat to be like him and realized he loved it all on his own. it made things different. suddenly, he didn't just want to earn ryousuke's admiration--a part of him wanted to surpass him. get better. be faster. be smarter. be stronger. somewhere deep in him he knows that overcoming him might be the only way he could get his acknowledgement at all.
ryousuke's not the most loving brother in the world, at least not outwardly, but it motivates him, drives him to love him even more. love, admiration, ambition--its a messy cocktail that belongs to the kominatos, a difficult time being a younger brother for as difficult as it is for ryousuke to have him.
the sports center's softly lit and open even at night, and haruichi looks up at it, his hands curling a little in his pockets as his heart swells just a little--practicing with his big brother. what else could he want?
softly, he makes an "mm" noise of affirmation, nodding his head. the answer is quiet but the smile on his face speaks volumes, doesn't it. ]
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(Ryousuke would, in a heartbeat, give up that first love for Haruichi.)
Even though baseball is sometimes a lot more pain than pleasure, he has a hunch the sports centre might be under the 'pleasure' district. He pulls out the red key, swivelling it in the lock until it clicks, and stands back as the gate swings open.
It's evening, and most people would be in their homes, or out for dinner, and the murmur of voices travelling from the restaurants outside are their only companions. It's only until they pull up in front the sporting facility does Ryousuke look to Haruichi, the lights from the building casting a soft glow over his expression.]
Oh, so they have one of these here.
[Like his feet didn't lead them there. Like he hadn't intended this all along.]
Wanna hit?
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baseball is another thing he could imitate him with. from tomatoes to scary stories, haruichi had always followed his big brother, but one day he gripped a baseball bat to be like him and realized he loved it all on his own. it made things different. suddenly, he didn't just want to earn ryousuke's admiration--a part of him wanted to surpass him. get better. be faster. be smarter. be stronger. somewhere deep in him he knows that overcoming him might be the only way he could get his acknowledgement at all.
ryousuke's not the most loving brother in the world, at least not outwardly, but it motivates him, drives him to love him even more. love, admiration, ambition--its a messy cocktail that belongs to the kominatos, a difficult time being a younger brother for as difficult as it is for ryousuke to have him.
the sports center's softly lit and open even at night, and haruichi looks up at it, his hands curling a little in his pockets as his heart swells just a little--practicing with his big brother. what else could he want?
softly, he makes an "mm" noise of affirmation, nodding his head. the answer is quiet but the smile on his face speaks volumes, doesn't it. ]
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He smiles, reaching towards his little brother, two fingers outstretched to poke him in the forehead.]
I'm sorry, Sasuke. Maybe next time.